"Forget about him. We'll just see what he does. If he wants to court death, I'll be happy to oblige," Lin Kuang said lightly, a faint murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
Hearing this, Mu Wan looked at Lin Kuang with a helpless expression. Having grown up with him, she knew he was as stubborn as a mule. When he set his mind on something, no one could stop him.
"Alright, but you need to be careful. After all, Bai Longming has an Ancient Martial Arts family backing him," Mu Wan said, a headache beginning to form.
"Yeah, don't worry. With you all here, how could I bear to die?" Lin Kuang said with a grin, showing no sign of worry.
Seeing this, Mu Wan rubbed her aching temples. Talking to this guy is infuriating…
Driving along, the two of them eventually arrived at West Lake.
By now, it was nearly nine in the morning. West Lake was bustling with people—mostly tourists, along with some elderly folks who had just finished their morning exercises.
